VANESSA'S POVI sat in the dimly lit room, the weight of sorrow pressing down on me like a leaden blanket. It seemed as if time had become stagnant, refusing to move forward. I stared at the family picture, hanging on the wall, but my only focus was on Dame. They said burning pictures of the dead is a way of wishing peace on them, but I can't bring myself to do so, not when I have a feeling that he would return to me someday.The door cracked open, breaking the stillness like a thunderclap. Tristan stood in the doorway, his face swirled in a mask of fury. I watched as he clenched his fists, his jaw working furiously, with the air crackling with the intensity of his emotions.I hesitated for a while, as I contemplated between the urge to respect his privacy and the need to understand the source of his rage. Finally, unable to contain my curiosity any longer, I mustered the courage to speak."What happened, Tristan?" My voice came out, barely as a whisper.He turned to me, with a burn
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